IF SAVING THE EARTH How to reveal the impotence of monetary units to bud and flower from vernal twig and stem, or unmask the pretense of saw mills converting the forest to billions of green paper leaves that somehow fail to regulate the rains, secure the soil and manage the floods, and what to say of cold concrete dams and levees when rivers, denied their seasonal rite of overflowing, deliver no fresh silt to nearby farms and gardens whose massive chemical green harvest so misfeeds already malnourished life-stylish minds their mod magazine cities beckon fools and thieves to swarm and fill each glittering negative energy vacuum, speeding the approach of spell-bound traffic till, slowed by the mass of their own malignant air, they join the oxygen poor grasping to hold on to these elusive green counterfeits of life, power-bait dangled by omniverous marketplaces where published poets dare not express a doubt for fear of some accidental recognition that family, friends and neighbors die drugged to the pain of their own terminal prosperity, wondering how it all could have come to this, (in extremis for want of trees and dirt???)

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